|Our watery street in Ghent on a brilliant summer's day|
|I heard no complaints about this session|
|Anja and Charlotte by Tine Vercruysse|
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|Not on the side lines|
A goal was to hear Naragonia in concert. That I did. I have had the luxury of spending hours leaning against the stage and watching Toon and Pascale play for dancers. When I see Pascale play, I believe that every part of her creates the music, which then flows through her arms and out of her instrument. A seashell is said to produce the roar of the ocean. This may be so. But I am certain that if Pascale put her hands over my ears and I listened, I would hear a mazurka. At my level of musician every little bit helps, so perhaps I should have asked for that favor.
I came hoping that learning to dance would improve my hearing. I recall being at Boombal Stage on learn-to-mazurka day. We spent the morning walking and then dancing the rhythm. During lunch I put some Naragonia mazurkas on my mp3 and practiced the steps. As if by magic I could suddenly hear the musical suggestion to ma, zur, ka. It was as if Toon or Pascale lifted a cue card. Before it was only a phrase I played. I do believe a little dancing really does help one hear the music. I can only imagine that a lot of dancing, enough to move beyond having to count out the rhythm and struggle to remember the steps, would truly cue the musical expression.
|Crossing the pond.|
This was a fortunate summer. As I look back over the diato cruise I realize that my greatest fortune is in having a best friend named Anita who said yes to my crazy idea and then helped make it happen.